The main city of the Xuan Clan under the cover of night.
Exceptionally silent.
Silent as death.
Everyone reminisced about the events of the morning, tossing and turning, unable to sleep.
Lin Fan returns.
Carrying with him a rampant murderous aura.
Single-handedly rescuing Feng Qingshui from the military encirclent.
Retreated unscathed.
Moreover, he boldly declared, spoke threatening words.
Within a day.
If Mo Yunsheng does not reveal the truth, his head will certainly roll.
That is to say, after tonight, by tomorrow morning, Mo Yunsheng will either succumb to Lin Fan's threats or be slain by him.
Only two choices, no other paths.
Excitent.
Thrilled.
Anticipation.
Panic.
There was a faint feeling in everyone's heart.
No one knows what will happen tomorrow.
Nor do they know what will beco of the Xuan Clan's fate after tomorrow.
...
One day's deadline quickly arrived.
Mo Yunsheng did not submit to Lin Fan, nor did he speak the truth publicly.
Lin Fan had already anticipated this.
He and Feng Qingshui stood on the rooftop, looking far into the direction of the main hall.
Feng Qingshui had already changed into clean clothes, tidied up, looking completely different from his embarrassing plight yesterday.
"Mo Yunsheng seems unwilling to heed your advice." he said faintly, his brows slightly furrowed.
"That's his own choice."
Lin Fan's voice was light, cold.
His gaze emitted a cold light, expressionless, instilling fear at first sight.
Feng Qingshui shuddered slightly.
"Is Lin Fan really going to take action?"
Swish.
Lin Fan's gaze fell on him, like a sharp sword piercing flesh, startling him.
Feng Qingshui hurriedly avoided Lin Fan's gaze.
"Do you think I am joking?"
A rhetorical question that exuded an incredibly overpowering aura, pressing Feng Qingshui to the point he couldn't breathe.
"No, not—"
Feng Qingshui lowered his head, softly said.
Lin Fan didn't pursue further, because his attention was drawn to sothing else.
People on the street started to gather more.
The townsfolk erged from their hos, chatted briefly, and then began to group and head towards the direction of the main hall.
Lin Fan furrowed his brow.
"Sothing's happening."
"Hmm?"
Feng Qingshui was startled, quickly looking up.
But before he could grasp the situation, Lin Fan by his side suddenly disappeared.
In a flash, leaving behind only the void.
Feng Qingshui dared not delay, quickly followed.
In the open space in front of the main hall.
A sea of heads, densely packed.
Almost all the townsfolk of the main city had co out and gathered before the open space of the main hall, looking up along the long staircase.
They had heard a piece of news.
The new Clan Leader Mo Yunsheng was going to announce an important ssage.
Everyone was uneasy, feeling extrely complicated.
"What's Mo Yunsheng going to announce?"
"Who knows, the news ca suddenly, truly unexpected."
"Could he be scared of Lin Fan?"
"Impossible! What cultivation realm is Lin Fan at, how can he be compared to Mo Yunsheng?!"
"Ha, ha, now anyone saying such things is either stupid or malicious. Mo Yunsheng's left arm reportedly was chopped off by Lin Fan! And yesterday's events were witnessed by many!"
"That, well, anyway at least Clan Leader Mo Yunsheng won't bow to Lin Fan, I bet!"
"Bet? How about betting life?"
"You—you… Aren't you part of the Xuan Clan! How can you side with outsiders!"
Before Mo Yunsheng appeared, argunts amongst the people were already heated, faces red, nearly coming to blows.
Suddenly.
Millions of people instantly fell silent.
It seed like at this mont even a pin dropping could be heard clearly.
The crowd gasped collectively, moving aside to clear a path.
Lin Fan, cold-faced and expressionless, strode towards the main hall.
Feng Qingshui followed behind, also appearing solemn.
The townsfolk retreated, staring dazedly at Lin Fan.
Is today truly Mo Yunsheng's day of death?
Will Lin Fan really strike?
Considering the fate of the entire Xuan Clan resting in his hands, everyone's hearts felt heavy, breathing beca difficult.
But Lin Fan's powerful presence left no room for opposition.
The crowd slowly cleared a path.
Lin Fan did not need to utter a single word, a re glance was enough to intimidate all.
However.
He did not ascend the stairs, but stopped in front of them.
Raised his head.
Gazed upward coldly.
Dismissive.
The fierce disputes prior were completely halted with Lin Fan's appearance.
The crowd seed restrained, silent like cicadas in cold, standing still, obediently.
Cough cough—
On the main hall.
Suddenly, two light coughs sounded, yet filled with spiritual power, resonated throughout the main city.
The townsfolk abruptly looked up.
Seeing Mo Yunsheng with hands behind his back, leisurely stepping out from the main hall, calm and composed.
Lin Fan's eyelids twitched slightly, his gaze sharp as blades.
Mo Yunsheng grinned slightly, his gaze scanning the millions.
"Is everyone here?"
A casual remark, but the voice clearly reached every ear.
Half-step Lower Heavenly Venerate strength, clearly demonstrated.
So of Mo Yunsheng's followers couldn't help but feel complacent, displaying snobbish arrogance, raising their heads high.
"Since everyone is here, then I'll announce sothing."
Mo Yunsheng curled his lips, his face still wearing a smile. He had already spotted Lin Fan at the front, but rely glanced as if not taking Lin Fan seriously.
"Yesterday, I heard so ignorant child wanted to kill ? And there was a dog helping?"
Before the words had finished.
A burst of laughter erupted from the millions of people.
Mockery.
Contempt.
Taunting.
Sneering.
Shua!
Millions of eyes simultaneously looked at Lin Fan, eager to see what expression he would have.
But the crowd was sowhat disappointed.
Lin Fan remained expressionless, like a blank sheet of paper.
Beside him, however, Feng Qingshui was flushed with anger.
"The ignorant child wants to give an explanation to everyone, I really don't know where he gets the nerve, to command the dignified Xuan Clan Leader?!?"
"But, since he's so eager, I might as well say."
"Regarding the death of Clan Leader Mo Chen."
Mo Yunsheng spoke slowly, his face revealing a sinister smile.
His eyes coldly fixed on Lin Fan.
Madness.
Ruthlessness.
The millions gasped together!
Staring at Mo Yunsheng.
Mo Chen's death has always been a taboo topic in the main city.
Because it is so mysterious, it has beco a puzzle in everyone's heart.
Many suspect Mo Chen's death is related to Mo Yunsheng, but it's only speculation, no evidence.
This ti.
Mo Yunsheng was actually about to unravel the mystery in front of millions.
This was a severe slap to Lin Fan's face.
To embarrass Lin Fan publicly.
Silent as the grave.
The silence of death.
Everyone held their breaths, eagerly anticipating what Mo Yunsheng might say.
Lin Fan slightly smiled, indifferent to Mo Yunsheng's ostentatious attacks, gestured for him to proceed.
Mo Yunsheng raised his eyebrows, a provocation to Lin Fan publicly.
Then.
He took out sothing from behind his back.
Wow!
The crowd was panic-stricken, stunned.
So timid souls, won closed their eyes instantly.
Children cried, filling the entire Xuan Clan main city.
The braver ones stared wide-eyed in disbelief, jaws dropped.
Even Lin Fan.
The expressionless face also furrowed slightly.
A bit more disgust and surprise.
Feng Qingshui's body froze, with a buzzing sound, his mind went blank.
Mo Yunsheng was holding in his hand Mo Hai's bloody head.
Blood dripped down, drop by drop.
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